Elsa Goes Horseback Riding 2Game Description

Elsa Goes Horseback Riding 2 lies a Moldering in the grave Old man Garrison lies a moldering in the grave you know, I never got to Paris either. Have some anesthetic, brother. glory, glory, hallelujah his day is done and gone Feeling any pain, ed? Ah, it was a nice wake. Good night. Mr. Hutcheson? I’ve been trying to see you all day, sir. They said I’d find you here and game This will introduce me, sir. It’s from my journalism professor at the university. Oh, so you want to be a newspaperman. Yes, sir. One student a semester is recommended. And you’re it. Yes, sir. Newspaperman is the best profession in the world. You know what a profession is? It’s a skilled job. Yeah, so’s repairing watches. Nope. A profession is a performance for public good. That’s why newspaper work is a profession. Yes, sir. “Yes, sir.” Iuh, I suppose you want to be a columnist. Foreign correspondent. To Egypt. Do you speak Arabic? No, sir, but game But you do know the customs, habits, religion, Superstitions of the people. Well, I took a course in near eastern relations game You know the psychology of Egyptian politics and Muslim diplomacy? No, sir. Expert on economy, topography and geography of Egypt? I speak a little french. Maybe I could get a job in the game Yeah, so do I, but I couldn’t hold down a job in my own Paris office. I see. Hey, Joe. So, you want to be a reporter? Here’s some advice about this racket. Don’t ever change your mind. It may not be the oldest profession, But it’s the best. Yes, sir. Hi. Why don’t you go home, ed? Yes’m. Guess what? Scotch. I have decided to dedicate my life to you. Yes, dear. Yes, dear. That’s why I’m gonna give you the best years of my life. Mmhmm. Do you know what’s the matter with you, you’re a “spektic.” Hmm? Uh, a skeptic. Yes, dear. White beer? Homogenized. Couldn’t we spike it with a little scotch? Drink that. As is. Nora, I love you. Let’s get married again. Tonight. This could bring on my second childhood. It already has, Coming here this time of night. Nora, I’m free. Fired. Canned. No more paper. Nothing to keep us apart anymore.